This is a song about "Sking down hills"

Cause everytime you come around

I'll be swinging going down

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I better get my gown

// [but i won't back down]

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

So here i am at the store for some chips

And you'll be in the purpule hills

My name is timb aka thomas crown

The walls crumblin' down, tumblin' down